What do you get when you take two toddlers and throw in a case of the stomach flu?
One EXHAUSTED mom.
They’ve had a stomach bug since Saturday night. Apparently I just found out from their daycare teacher that its been going around for the past 2 weeks.
After throwing up last night in her crib, Neve complained of a tummy ache. It’s so strange when your child gets to that age that they can verbalize what is bothering them!
It’s so innovative!
She complained and let me tell you, the amount of bodily fluids that came out of her would make anyone grumpy.
Oh the joys of motherhood!
And of course, who is the one that had to clean it all up because the other has a broken hand? Why me of course!
Oh and guess who is also doing all the packing?
If you guessed me, go get yourself an ice cream cone!
My husband helped pack one night, and started taking random things and putting them in the trash pile. I looked at him and asked what the hell he was doing. Who says I wanted to get rid of that vase I bought from Daffy’s on sale?
He obviously makes a good point,.. something about paying the shipping company per square foot, so whatever is unnecessary should stay behind… but you know dude, I need a moment. I need a moment to internalize and see how bonded I am to a certain thing before you hastily throw it in the trash bin.
I am having a problem parting with my pretty unnecessary things.
I am having a problem parting with the only life that I have ever known…
I have been taking on a lot lately and I think I am cracking. Cracking I tell you!
I am flooded with emotions regarding this move. I am leaving in less than 3 weeks. It’s so huge.
I havent let it all sink in yet.
I have worries too.
I worry that I wont fit in.
I worry that I will feel trapped.
I worry that I will be judged from everything to the cleanliness of my home to how I parent (by the insane amount of relatives that we have there).
I worry that I will feel as though I made a huge mistake.
I worry that I will never feel as though I am “home”
I worry that my husband wont be as attentive to the girls and our home and obligations because I will now have to share him with his entire family (and their needs and wants).
I worry that I wont find a good job.
I have so many worries, and yet the only thing that is keeping me going is my girls.
Just the thought that they will have a magical childhood because of where they are going to grow up (G-D willing) makes my heart happy.
I grew up in a city and didn’t have a backyard. I dont consider my childhood “magical”.
My husband had acres of land to run around on and just enjoyed being a kid..surrounded by loving family.
I want that for my girls.
Plus I think the financial pressure will be off us a bit (considering we don’t have to pay rent and utilities for a while) will lift a weight from my shoulders.
Maybe it will make me like my husband more? Or at the very least make us fight less?
All I know is that I am headed for a HUGE change and I need to hold on tight. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.